In the hushed corners of unseen realms,
unsung songs slip through lattice of time.
Can you hear them?
The melody, a shadow, as fleeting as whispers off winter winds.
Between breaths of supernova sighs
dancers of destiny pirouette with fading light.
The cacophony of silence, echo resounds,
singing secrets on the cusp of twilight.
When does the dream begin to unravel,
as threads of forebode weave through waking eyes?
Listen, to the rhythm of your heart within,
singing symphonies of unclaimed tomorrows.